THIRD DAY:
"How about you do some similes?" He asked: Bierny, "adding: If you were Grass or Tree?"
"You mean comparing us to nature, or something like that?" "He said, Xuli."
"Exactly," broadening the idea, Bierny, "both grass and tree perform productive functions." While the grass gives seed, the tree gives its fruit and of course within the fruit is the seed of the tree. Therefore, they would be levels of productivity. He continued speaking:
—So we would say that the first level is: give seed, whether you are grass or tree.
"A second level is: bear fruit, with its respective seed," he explained: Bierny.
-I understand. Haber: I will try to apply it to the idea of marriage that I have proposed. Said: Xuli: "Both Alondra, as my person." We have something to contribute something like a seed.
-Good! "Bierny congratulated Xuli. What else?" Keep thinking…
—So, marriage begins on the Honeymoon, which is when we share seeds. So to speak. Xuli replied. Without exaggerating the language ...
-Excellent! He exclaimed, Xuli. The procedural and final result still needs to be defined, you have only taken the first step of initiating the reasons and functions within the marriage.
And again the poet emerged, moved by his learning prior to marriage. It is one thing to have been an adventurer, it is another to undertake a final adventure. "Xuli Latro, looking out the window, the stars above shining bright, outlined a second poem:
Title: And if we both stand,
And if we both stand,
the garden will be ours.
There would be no pretext.
We would be still ...
Connecting day by day, from the roots:
The whole body, even the branches, and the leaves.
Our loves, would be lived flowers ...
Even your shoots would be grass:
Under our shadow, they would give seed, without fear of life.
Love: if you kiss me to the flapping of the bird, which poses to look for your honey.
Love: if you wait for me to be caressed by the wind, I would hug your skin.
Love me: Oh Woman!
And do not wait for those fences, surrounding the Garden.
I did not put them, nor do I want them. Those:
They are there to protect us ...
Even the world lets us: Be Happy!
You know why we don't learn at once
That the flowers are temporary and
Let's enjoy our aroma.
And then will the fruits come?
Questions: How did I love you?
At maturity, which gives seed:
And there will be another tree
Other times to put down roots ...
Before he sleeps in the dark night, the exhausted day, —Xuli -: said goodbye to his now great friend Bierny.
He seemed to have his heart in his hand.
It would have returned to its being sensitivity ...
Come home. He hung the bag in the usual place, at the entrance to the living room, where the guests leave their hats and coats.
And again, secretly, Alondra reached into his pocket. And, surprise!
There it was, another piece of paper, a little less crushed than the previous one, one would say carefully folded. And this time, he told himself, —Alondra—: I have to invite him to break the cake and discover for himself that we can start a direct dialogue. It is not that we should not seek help, 'external advice,' but in the case of Xuli, it was said: it is urgently needed!
The next day, friends: Xuli and Bierny, used to meet to discuss other matters. So Alondra took the opportunity to give him: a present, with the letter that they share it only between the two of them.
He took Xuli by surprise, the present and also the directions to share. Usually it was Bierny who brought the presents to the meeting and they were delicious things to the palate. These details further consolidate the friendship between the women who dedicated time to joint preparation and the men who enjoyed celebrating friendship, counseling and uplifting quality family time.
It was the turn of Xuli himself, to cut the cake, since it was he who was in charge of bringing. And when the sharp knife appropriate for such tasks, exerted pressure right in the middle of the whole cake a crackle of blade was heard and more required more pressure, which was rare.
Suddenly, between the two portions, "which were cleverly marked to split equally," a little bag emerges ...
He wrapped up the letter containing the answer poem, taking care that it did not spoil.
"What's this?" Xuli said, a little surprised.
"Berny," he shouted, Xuli, "come take the part of the cake, which corresponds to you and please bring the soft drinks or do you prefer the cake with Yogurt or something else?"
"That's good," Bierny said, "taking with him a jug of chicha morada (a drink from Peru)
"I have prepared: Chicha morada," Bierny said. I added a few drops of lemon and vanilla, it has quince and a touch of beet to give it more consistency and accentuated color. And your two ice cubes. —When he saw Xuli who, read a page, he was surprised:
"How at this moment do you start reading letters?"
"It's strange," Xuli replied, "I found this writing inside a bag." And guess what?
"Is this the wedding guest list !? "He said: Bierny."
-No way! Xuli exclaimed: "It's a poem!" It's like a response from Alondra, to the poem I made, but
how did you find out; Xuli wondered: "I don't remember giving it to him?"
—Haber: Bierny, give it a read and tell me the point of view or answer.
-Let's see!?
Title: Stopping to Love.
You're my man.
He knew that he could trust you
deep down you are like a child afraid of getting lost in my arms ...
"How to say I get it !?
And that in this pilgrimage: We will go together hand in hand!
I will not be, but the seed,
That your hands chose for our garden.
And I will wait for the rain of your fears
And I will wait for the clouds of your games,
And we will play to wallow without end. Until it takes root.
And I'll wait for your river
If I am stone I will roll to your waves, to your slope I will be:
Molded: until you calm down.
On the shore I will be the sign of a new dawn.
Each kiss will be the reflection of the sap that is in you.
Each mirror will repeat the advice on a sheet.
And even if the wind picks up ...
Until the storm formed ...
I will be the branch that takes care of giving you shade.
And I will be the flower and the fruit and I will be a bird:
And I will have wings to dwell closer until I am honey to you.
You are the honeycomb, you will be the tree, the house you dreamed of having.
"Better let me make a copy," she said: Bierny, "and we'll talk tomorrow." Why this has already seen seriously! And you have to know how it came to the knowledge of the girls. It seems like Nalexa, she knows something. Well, being Nalexa who prepares these sweets. Play the ignorant today. Tomorrow, early, you pick up the brightest flowers in the garden and place them on her desk. So when she wakes up: she will understand that you are already awaiting her message.